Some Silly Miracle

As if by some silly miracle, I arrived. Probably by plane, but I wouldn’t doubt bus or train. I think it is safe to assume that if I’m here, I came from somewhere, and that included transportation. 

I could be wrong about that. Perhaps, I just appeared. Or, quite possible, I existed and everything else is that which appeared. 

One asks, “Was it the chicken or the egg?” and I say to that, “both.” I arrived along with everyone else’s arrival. 

If that is so, then the plane arrived just as I did, as did the bus, train, and National Parks. Yet as if by some silly miracle, we pretend one came after another, and we chronicled all arrivals separately. However, when I depart, all departs with me. How I will depart I do not know, but probably not by plane.